I woke up with that relieved feeling when you realize it was just a dream. I picked up the phone and called my mom, all worried and insecure about my writing. “Your fears are working themselves out,” Mom told me.
Right now, at this moment, I’m totally okay. I think if I were to get a rejection from an editor I would still be okay—there are more editors and someone will love it. So why am I having dreams like this? Is it because, deep down, I am afraid?
Guess I’ll have to wait and face those fears when they knock on my door.